Red Dragon seeks his position in both realms.

Cultivation knows no time; the sun rises and sets twenty times.

Today marks the twenty-first sunrise, the sky is golden, and everything shines with brilliance.

Under the rising sun, Winters stood on a flat rock platform outside the dragon's nest, facing the rising sun and practicing the "Pleiades Method" to absorb the energy of the sun.

Strands of solar energy flowed into his dragon scales, transforming into pure Pleiades magic power, which then began to circulate along the various meridians within his body, endlessly repeating, becoming his foundation.

As the solar energy became more concentrated, his scales shone even brighter.

On either side of him, the gnoll Walker and the kobold Kru were also sitting upright, practicing the Pleiades Method, constantly breathing in and out the energy of the sun, merging it into their bodies, their bodies surrounded by a faint golden light.

Of course, for them, this practice should be called the "Great Love Dragon Scripture".

For the past twenty days, Winters has been leading Walker and the kobolds in their morning meditation until sunset.

As the sun's shadow gradually shifted and noon approached, Winters's Pleiades magic power suddenly accelerated involuntarily.

Without warning, the magical power within his body began to surge, and golden light flowed beneath his crimson scales.

The normally stable Pleiades magic power suddenly turned into a river, surging and condensing in the meridians, repeatedly pushing the body to its limits.

At the same time, Winters' cultivation aura also began to change, becoming unstable before slowly rising.

After a few breaths, the surging energy slowly subsided and returned to the body.

Winters opened his eyes, his dragon eyes sparkling with golden light, his divine light restrained, making him appear very spirited.

The second stage of fetal breathing has been achieved.

He successfully broke through from the first level of fetal breathing to the second level.

At the same time, his life level also increased from level five to level six!

The entire process took less than the expected three weeks, only a mere eighteen days, which is incredibly fast.

"I really am a genius!"

Winters was very pleased with himself, feeling a surge of pride from his recent breakthrough in cultivation.

After his dormant period, his life level might reach an astonishing level eight or even nine!

However, he did not stop cultivating immediately, but began to stabilize his realm.

After he had stabilized his realm, he got up and began to familiarize himself with the mysteries of the second level.

The second level isn't particularly mysterious; it's simply that the amount of Pleiades magic stored is greater, and the control over Pleiades magic is more effortless.

In layman's terms, it means the numerical value has been increased.

There's definitely something to say about the numerical values ​​of the Sun's Way.

Walker and Kru beside him did not stop, still immersed in their cultivation, and the surrounding aura steadily increased.

Winters sensed that Walker and Crew each had an invisible energy channel above their heads.

And the energy channels are connected to Winters himself.

As the two practiced breathing exercises, absorbing the solar energy, strands of solar energy flowed out of their bodies and merged into Winters' body through invisible energy channels.

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The ratio of absorbing solar energy to transmitting solar energy is approximately one-tenth.

The solar energy flowing in along the meridians converges into Winters' dantian and all the meridians, like a trickle flowing into the sea.

This is the training tax that Winters set for the two of them.

One-tenth.

As long as Walker and Kru cultivate for one day, Winters will extract one-tenth of their cultivation power.

This continued for eighteen days and nights.

It was thanks to the extra cultivation power that the two of them continuously contributed that he was able to compress the time it originally estimated would take three weeks to break through to eighteen days.

Just as the second level of embryonic breathing was stabilized, a familiar weariness returned.

It was even more intense than it had been dozens of days ago; he almost wanted to collapse into sleep and fall into a deep sleep.

A deep sleep is imminent; we cannot wait any longer.

Now that the goal of breaking through to the second level of fetal breathing has been achieved, the most important thing now is to go to the selected safe place in advance to spend the dormant period in peace.

He flew straight to the territory's food storage room.

As he passed through the center of the territory, the kobolds and gnolls bowed to him, but Winters ignored them.

Upon entering the warehouse, seeing the mountains of dried fish, dried meat, and more than ten intact jars of honey, Winters began his devouring spree.

A bite of dried fish, two bites of dried animal meat, and then a jar of Sanhua honey.

Thousands of kilograms of meat and honey slid straight down his throat into his stomach, filling it to the brim.

He only stopped when he had eaten a very full meal, enough to sustain his body's energy expenditure during the dormant period.

After completing these preparatory actions, he separated a wisp of his divine consciousness and transmitted it through the golden ground to the minds of Walker and Kru, who were still cultivating diligently, instructing them to guard the Green Valley territory and wait for his return.

He also instructed them to be diligent in their daily practice and not to slack off.

After saying that, Winters spread his dragon wings, a gust of wind rose, and his crimson-gold figure soared into the sky, flying towards the vast dense forest beyond the green valley.

As the dragon's wings flapped, Winters kept his body low, flying as close to the treetops as possible at high speed.

Crimson scales peeked out from the branches, yet avoided all open areas, concealing themselves within the forest.

After passing through dense forests and winding streams, a wide lake came into Winters' view.

The lake was deep and tranquil, with many fish happily blowing bubbles inside.

It is a remote place, and even the presence of magical beasts is scarce.

"We've finally arrived! This is it!"

Winters retracted its wings and plummeted straight down like a meteorite, plunging headfirst into the lake.

The fish playing nearby were startled by the noise and scattered in all directions.

The lake water was icy cold. Winters exhaled the power of the Pleiades, covering his body with a thin layer of golden Pleiades light, thus isolating him from the lake water.

Red dragons are terrestrial dragons and do not have the ability to breathe underwater. They can use magic to block water flow or hold their breath to move in the water.

With the golden light blocking his view, it would be much more comfortable, since he was, after all, a red dragon and disliked water.

Winters swam down about ten meters with its tail wagging, revealing a dark hole in the rocky wall at the bottom of the lake.

Winters went straight into the cave, which was a dry cavern with dark and slippery rock walls on all sides.

Only in the very center of the cave, a patch of golden soil about a foot in size, was radiating golden light and a faint warmth.

This is the second gold mine that Winters has refined.

While the prime location in Longchao is desirable, it is ultimately not secure enough.

If the abyss rift were to erupt one day, even the dragon's nest would be difficult to protect.

Having a backup plan gives you confidence.

This location was the best sleeping spot he had found seven or eight days ago after searching the entire Green Valley and its surroundings. At that time, he also planted the Golden Earth.

Winters slowly walked to the center of the goldfield and found a comfortable position to lie down.

After confirming his own condition and the cave's seclusion once again, he closed his eyes.

Weariness swept in like a torrent, irresistible, and my breathing gradually became long and steady.

Winters fell into a deep sleep.

.........

He had a dream.

In his dream, he soared through the heavens, his dragon body enormous, ten thousand feet long, its crimson scales shimmering with dazzling golden light.

In particular, his pair of dragon horns were not the dark red and black of ordinary red dragons, but a bright and shiny crimson gold.

Its outstretched wings could shield the entire mountain range.

With just a gentle exhale, his dragon breath, imbued with the power of the Pleiades, could burn a thousand miles of land to ashes.

In his dream, countless legendary warriors, demigods, and gods died under his claws and from the breath of the Pleiades dragon.

The remaining gods and powerful beings all prostrated themselves before him, bowing their heads in submission, offering countless tributes and treasures, and respectfully calling him "Great Sun Dragon Ancestor".

He became the master of the gods.

Winters' real body emitted a deep dragon roar, feeling extremely exhilarated.

After another series of bizarre experiences in his dream, Winters finally woke up.

.........

The first organ to awaken from its slumber was the dragon's ear, which heard a roar and sounds of fighting, sounds somewhat like those of humans.

The second organ that alerted him was his nose, which detected the blood and putrid smells that shouldn't have been present in his secret golden land.

He felt something was off; logically, these smells and sounds shouldn't be coming from inside a cave.

Winters was a little confused when he opened his eyes.

The scene before him was not the secret golden cave at the bottom of the lake that he had been in.

Instead, it was a battle among humans on the plains, a three-way conflict, with corpses and blood everywhere, and cries of agony echoing across the land.

Just as Winters was in a daze, he suddenly heard two voices containing faint magical power in his ears.

The voices were high and low, and the encryption method was extremely clumsy, which Winters easily cracked.

"Brother Xu, once these lowly mortals have finished their battle, your blood energy should be sufficient."

A rude middle-aged male voice rang out.

"Alas, Brother Ye, the sect says that we need to pay fifty more portions of blood essence this month. How can that be enough?"

The upper sect is also one who eats meat without vomiting blood; it's too late to catch them outside the mountains now.

Looks like I'll have to pull a few people from my carefully cultivated circle of friends to make up the numbers.

The middle-aged man, addressed as Brother Xu, sighed, seemingly feeling sorry for the person in that circle.

Winters frowned upon hearing this. Cannibalism? Murder for blood? What the hell is this?

Suddenly, Winters thought of something, sensed his surroundings, and looked down at the multicolored scale on his chest.

The multicolored scales were much larger than before and had become crystal clear, but the magic within them had been exhausted.

Winters was now certain, his gaze sweeping over everything on the plain with a complex mix of emotions.

"I slept and ended up in this cannibalistic world of cultivation!"